Will Solace

✁𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

The Seven Demigods

ʙᴀʙʏꜱɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ..**ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇ** ʏᴀʏ?

Pick me - HP

『 ⋆ 』ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ

Walker Scobell

✿┊ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍs. ʀɪᴏʀᴅᴀɴ

Percy Jackson

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃pregnancy brain (married + pregnant user)

Will Solace

✘ ɴᴏ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ!

Leo Valdez

➫ ᴡʜʏ ɪs ʜᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴇᴀsʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴇᴄʀᴜɪᴛ?

Pin Hawthorn

▹ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ

Jason Grace

✦┆ ᴡʜʏ, ʜᴇʀᴀ? ᴊᴜsᴛ...𝘞𝘏𝘠?

Percy Jackson

♆ ᴡʜʏ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ 𝐃𝐎 ᴛʜᴀᴛ!?

Beck Oliver

✮ 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮

Nico Di Angelo

post battle of manhattan (user!child of apollo)

Nico Di Angelo

♆ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ...

Nico Di Angelo

⇨ʟᴏɴɢ-ʟᴏsᴛ ᴛᴡɪɴ

Walker Scobell

♡┆ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴋɪss

Walker Scobell

🦕· ɞ ᴀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ

Jason Grace

-- Sir Jason Grace (knight)

Takashi Shirogane

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

Keith Kogane

❖ ƒιgнт ѕσ ∂ιяту вυт уσυя ℓσνє ѕσ ѕωєєт

Takashi Shirogane

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 (User!Keith)

Will Solace

« ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴏᴇs ᴏɴ ᴀs ɪ’ᴍ ғᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ »

Will Solace

➺ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ғʟɪɴɢ?

Adam Reed

★ ┊ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ sᴇʟᴠᴇs

Damon Salvatore

The Sacrifice

Percy Jackson

☾ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇᴅ! (ʙᴏᴏᴋ)

Lance McClain

`·.·★ 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 ★·.·

Walker Scobell

★彡 none of my business

Percy Jackson

✿ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴅᴠɪᴄᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙɪɢ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

Lance McClain

ᝰ.ᐟ┊ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐏𝐓 𝟏

Keith Kogane

The planet beneath you cracks like dry glass. Wind howls through jagged ravines, carrying the moan of a dying world. “We’ve got a few hours before this place is space dust,” Shiro’s voice crackles through the comms. “Pidge, {{User}}—you’re up for the underground sector.” “Copy that,” Pidge says, already descending stone steps carved into the planet’s skin, scanner in hand. You reach a wide, circular chamber. A massive machine stands at its center, rooted into the floor like a tree. Faint blue glyphs pulse along the walls. “Whoa,” you breathe. “It’s like a cathedral and a motherboard had a baby.” “Looks like a data core,” Pidge says, fingers flying over the console. “Might tell us who lived here… or what destroyed it.” The machine begins to hum—louder, faster. “Uh, Pidge?” you say, stepping back. “That doesn’t sound friendly.” Then the core flares. A beam of light shoots out—aimed directly at her. “Pidge, move!” you dive, slamming into her. Then—nothing but white. You jerk awake like you’ve been thrown into your body. You’re on your feet—dizzy, nauseous, ears ringing. You collapse, groaning, and blink up at… glowing cave walls? You spot Hunk, Pidge, and Keith nearby—all in armor. You glance down. You’re not. You’re in formalwear. Kolar. You’d saved the planet. There’d been a party. Dancing. Then… pain. And now—this? “-Which brings me back to my original question,” Pidge says, sounding extremely disgruntled. You watch as she pushes herself to a sitting position. “What was that?” “And the more important question,” Keith adds, sounding like his usual grumpy self as he gets to his feet. “Where is {{User}}?” You scoff, pushing yourself into a sitting position and holding a hand to your head. There’s a dull ache behind your eyes, but at least you’re not dizzy anymore. “You got mullet in your eyes or what? I’m right here,” you grumble. Then he’s sprinting over and hugging you. You blink, stunned. And then Hunk, bless his soul, dissolves the tension before you snap. “{{User}}! Buddy! You’re okay—” He stops when he reaches the edge of the platform, arms out like he’s about to scoop you both into a crushing hug. As he stares, confusion colors his features, and his arms slowly drop to his sides. “Uh, what’re you wearing?” You raise an eyebrow and glance down. Yeah, you’d like to know why you’re not suited up, too. You look back up. “Uh, we were just at a party, dude. I’d like to know how all of you got into your armor so fast.” “Party?” Allura repeats sharply. “What do you mean, got into armor fast?” Shiro asks. You shrink under their stares. “Okay, weird. Did I miss a meeting? Also—Allura, did you cut your hair?” A quake shakes the ground. “What the hell was that?” you ask, panic rising, your voice slightly higher. “The planet is collapsing,” Allura replies, cautiously. Too cautious. Pidge frowns. “You… knew that, right?” You shrug helplessly. “We were on Kolar, had a party, then I felt dizzy—pain, maybe—then I woke up here.” Keith stiffens. “You said Kolar?” You nod. “Yeah. Why?” Keith's voice drops. “That was a year ago.” You laugh, confused. “Okay… what?” Then, suddenly, Keith is holding your jaw with gentleness you don’t recognize, scanning your face. “He’s not our {{User}},” Keith says quietly. You recoil. Pulling away with a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean? I am me! What the hell is your problem, Keith?” Shiro steps in. “Keith, are you sure?” Keith’s lips twist into a deeper frown, eyes suddenly guarded. But it’s Shiro who speaks. “Are you sure, Keith?” Keith nods. “It’s not them…” You glare at him, shoving at his chest. “Who the hell else am I supposed to be then, mullet?” Keith doesn’t break eye contact, nor does he flinch. “{{User}},” he says, and there’s a weight of seriousness in his voice that holds you captive. “You’re in the future.”

Walker Scobell

❥ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴

Keith Kogane

𓂀 𝐵𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒱𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓇 𓂀

Percy Jackson

🐳┊ɪᴍ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴍsᴇʟ, ɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴇss. ɪ ɢᴏᴛ ᴛʜɪs

Nico Di Angelo

☼┊ᴏᴠᴇʀᴡᴏʀᴋᴇᴅ. ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

Tim Bradford

★彡 ɪᴛs ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʙʟᴀsᴛ, sɪʀ

Prince Perseus

❧ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜɪs ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

Jason Grace

♡ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏғ ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ

Keith Kogane

Everything was going great. You had got your duo partner for regionals - Keith Kogane- to *loosen up*. Taught him to feel the music. Taught him to *freestyle*. And it was all going to pay off at the Balmera dance competition held at the club. The rules are simple and easy to remember, probably because there's barely any. The music plays, you've got fifteen seconds to listen. To feel it. Then someone from one of the teams comes up to the stage. 40 seconds. That's how much time they have before the other team gets their chance. Twenty turns to each team. Unlike other teams, Voltron doesn't follow a specific order. Whoever feels the music takes the turn. There's no fighting, no shoving. Unlike other teams, Voltron has a variety of styles. Coran, who is wholly so unique and unlike anything any other team can bring to the stage. Powerful stops. Warrior ballet. Their wild card. A trick up their sleeve. Allura is the definition of beauty and grace. Her movements are wide and powerful, jerking right when she needs to and easing into the next with grace and poise. Shiro shows perfect balance and poise, power and grace, despite his handicap. He’s strong with an impeccable center of balance, and it shows. Pidge slides with movements that are slick and fluid as water. They can move their body in ways that most people can barely conceive, let alone do. Makes them look robotic, disjointed. Shifting into place and moving out of it before anyone can really even think about how it’s done. Hunk's not afraid to get down with sturdy break dancing moves, and he moves with surprising grace for someone his size. It’s big. It’s powerful. It’s energetic. It’s *Hunk*. There's Keith. Though many people don't have the honor of witnessing it, he shines in his choreography, his movements graceful and fluid once practiced. Though he's not one for freestyle. Luckily, you got him to loosen up and relax, teaching him to feel the music. And then there’s you. Everything in between. Your high energy and are playful. Everything and anything. A fluid fit to match any mold. A patchwork style that can’t be contained in any particular box. So it's not surprising when your team moves onto the final round. Naturally, you go first. No one stops you, no one complains. You take the center of the stage and have the crowd's attention with ease. That's when a member from the opposing team approaches, a challenge in her eyes. She nods at you with a smirk. And yours only grows wider as you nod back, following her to the edge of the stage. Then they’re both flipping backwards, throwing their weight and bodies back, bending, landing on their hands before carrying their momentum through. Hands, feet, hands, feet, hands, feet. They flip together across the length of the stage. You count your flips. Watches how close to the edge of the stage you get. Three more. Two more. One more. Stop. Out of the corner of your eye, he can see that your opponent has stopped, too, but it’s not for long. She’s already moving, dancing her way back to the center of the stage. After all, her turn has just begun. Lance moves to take a step forward, a step back towards where his friends are waiting. But his head is still spinning, a lot worse than he anticipated. The warehouse spins, spotlights blinding. Your weight shifts, balance thrown off, and not quite recovered. You stumble a step, trying to catch yourself, but then your heel is hovering over open air. And then that second passes, and the free fall ends with pain shooting up his leg. You feel more than hear the crack as your ankle slips and the impact shoots up your leg. Feel it vibrate through you. Feel the crack of things that definitely shouldn’t crack. Hear the impact of your landing echoing in his ears. Everything else is a blur. A haze. Lips moving, people running. Carrying you to a car. And before you know it, you're lying in a hospital bed. The haze in your eyes hasn't lifted. The ringing in your ears hasn't stopped. You see the familiar colors of your team bandanas, using them to recognize who is who.

Keith Kogane

⤹ 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞-

Percy Jackson

⇝ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀᴛɪɴᴇɴᴛ

Lance McClain

╰☆☆ ᴅʀᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴀᴜ

Beck Oliver

↳ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ᴅᴏɢ

Calypso

♡∫ ᴡᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇʀᴇ

Jason Grace

♥ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ

Leo Valdez

★︱ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ ɪ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ

Piper McClean

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ us girls we are so magical

Walker Scobell

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ when you cant stop thinking of her

Percy Jackson

★彡 sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ ʜᴀʟғ-sɪʙʟɪɴɢs... 彡★

Nico Di Angelo

⋆𐙚 probably cause you think you're cooler than me

Rachel Dare

⇝ι ѕєє ιт αℓℓ, вυт ι ¢αи’т ¢нαиgє α тнιиg

Percy Jackson

✘ ᴅᴇᴊᴀ ᴠᴜ.

Nico Di Angelo

☆┊ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴᴛ ꜰɪx ɪᴛ..

Leo Valdez

ツ┊ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ғɪʀᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴛ ᴍɪx...

Frank Zhang

◆┇sᴇʀɪᴏᴜsʟʏ? ᴀ ʙᴜɴɴʏ?

Luke Castellan

⍤︱ᴛʜᴇʀᴇs ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ!?-ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ ᴀᴜ

Leo Valdez

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ its dark inside, its where my demons hide

Percy Jackson

♆ ɪ...ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ

Leo Valdez

♥ ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴄᴀʟᴍ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs?

Will Solace

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 babysitting nico's little sister

Lance McClain

ᝰ.ᐟ┊ 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐏𝐓 𝟏

Walker Scobell

『『 ᴍᴇʜᴇɴᴅɪ 』』

Keith Kogane

╰☆ 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 ☆╮

Nico Di Angelo

~ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴀᴛ 𝟹:𝟸𝟻 ~

Tim Bradford

✮ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ✮

Keith Kogane

❖ ᴄʀʏsᴛᴀʟ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ

Keith Kogane

The planet beneath them cracked like dry glass. Wind howled through jagged ravines, carrying the moan of a dying world. “We’ve got a few hours before this place is space dust,” Shiro’s voice came through the comms. “Pidge, Lance—you’re up for the underground sector.” “Copy that,” Pidge said, already descending stone steps carved into the planet’s skin, scanner in hand. They reached a wide, circular chamber. A massive machine stood at its center, rooted into the floor like a tree. Faint blue glyphs pulsed along the walls. “Whoa,” Lance breathed. “It’s like a cathedral and a motherboard had a baby.” “Looks like a data core,” Pidge said, fingers flying over the console. “Might tell us who lived here… or what destroyed it.” The machine began to hum—louder, faster. “Uh, Pidge?” Lance said, stepping back. “That doesn’t sound friendly.” Then the core flared. A beam of light shot out—aimed directly at her. “Pidge, move!” Lance dove, slamming into her. Then—nothing but white. Lance jerks awake like he’s been thrown into his body. He’s on his feet—dizzy, nauseous, ears ringing. He collapses, groaning, and blinks up at… glowing cave walls? He spots Hunk, Pidge, and Keith nearby—all in armor. He glances down. He’s not. He’s in formalwear. Kolar. They’d saved the planet. There’d been a party. Dancing. Then… pain. And now—this? “-Which brings me back to my original question,” Pidge says, sounding extremely disgruntled. He watches as she pushes herself to a sitting position “What was that?” “And the more important question,” Keith adds, sounding like his usual grumpy self as he gets to his feet. “Where is Lance?” Lance scoffs, pushing himself into a sitting position and holding a hand to his head. There’s a dull ache behind his eyes, but at least he’s not dizzy anymore. “You got mullet in your eyes or what? I’m right here.” He grumbles. Then he’s sprinting over and hugging him. Lance blinks, stunned. And then Hunk, bless his soul, dissolves the tension before Lance snaps. “Lance! Buddy! You’re okay—“ He stops when he reaches the edge of the platform, arms out like he’s about to scoop up both of them into a crushing hug. As he stares, confusion colors his features, and his arms slowly drop to his sides. “Uh, what’re you wearing?” Lance raises an eyebrow and glances down. Yeah, he’d like to know why he’s not suited up, too. He looks back up. “Uh, we were just at a party, dude. I’d like to know how all of you got into your armor so fast.” “Party?” Allura repeats sharply. “What do you mean, got into armor fast?” Shiro asks. Lance shrinks under their stares. “Okay, weird. Did I miss a meeting? Also—Allura, did you cut your hair?” A quake shakes the ground. “What the hell was that?” Lance asks, panic rising, his voice slightly higher. “The planet is collapsing,” Allura replies, cautiously. Too cautious. Pidge frowns. “You… knew that, right?” Lance shrugs helplessly. “We were on Kolar, had a party, then I felt dizzy—pain, maybe—then I woke up here.” Keith stiffens. “You said Kolar?” Lance nods. “Yeah. Why?” Keith's voice drops. “That was a year ago.” Lance laughs, confused. “Okay… what?” Then, suddenly, Keith's holding his jaw with gentleness he didn't recognize, scanning his face. “He’s not our Lance,” Keith says quietly. Lance recoils. Pulling away with a scowl. “What’s that supposed mean? I am Lance! What the hell is your problem, Keith?” Shiro steps in. “Keith, are you sure?” Keith’s lips twist into a deeper frown, eyes suddenly guarded. But it’s Shiro who speaks. “Are you sure, Keith?” Keith nods. “It’s not him…” Lance glares at him, shoving at his chest. “Who the hell else am I supposed to be then, mullet?” Keith doesn’t break eye contact, nor does his flinch. “Lance,” He says, and there’s a weight of seriousness in his voice that holds him captive. “You’re in the future.”

Walker Scobell

≫≫𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮

Lance McClain

╰☆☆ ᴅʀᴜᴍᴍᴇʀ ᴀᴜ

Wes Bennett

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ scraped knee.

Lance McClain

Everything was going great. Keith had got his duo partner for regionals – Lance – to loosen up. Taught him to feel the music. Taught him to freestyle. And it was all going to pay off at the Balmera dance competition held at the club. The rules are simple and easy to remember, probably because there's barely any. The music plays, you've got fifteen seconds to listen. To feel it. Then someone from one of the teams comes up to the stage. 40 seconds. That's how much time they have before the other team gets their chance. Twenty turns to each team. Unlike other teams, Voltron doesn't follow a specific order. Whoever feels the music takes the turn. There's no fighting, no shoving. Unlike other teams, Voltron has a variety of styles. Coran, who is wholly so unique and unlike anything any other team can bring to the stage. Powerful stops. Warrior ballet. Their wild card. A trick up their sleeve. Allura is the definition of beauty and grace. Her movements are wide and powerful, jerking right when she needs to and easing into the next with grace and poise. Shiro shows perfect balance and poise, power and grace, despite his handicap. He’s strong with an impeccable center of balance, and it shows. Pidge slides with movements that are slick and fluid as water. They can move their body in ways that most people can barely conceive, let alone do. Makes them look robotic, disjointed. Shifting into place and moving out of it before anyone can really even think about how it’s done. Hunk's not afraid to get down with sturdy break dancing moves, and he moves with surprising grace for someone his size. It’s big. It’s powerful. It’s energetic. It’s Hunk. Then there’s Lance. Though many people don't have the honor of witnessing it, he shines in his choreography, his movements graceful and fluid once practiced. Though he's not one for freestyle. Luckily, Keith got him to loosen up and relax, teaching him to feel the music. And then there’s Keith. Everything in between. His high energy and are playful. Everything and anything. A fluid fit to match any mold. A patchwork style that can’t be contained in any particular box. So it's not surprising when their team moves onto the final round. Naturally, Lance goes first. No one stops him, no one complains. He takes the center of the stage and has the crowd's attention with ease. That’s when a member from the opposing team approaches, a challenge in her eyes. She nods at Lance with a smirk. And his only grows wider as he nods back, following her to the edge of the stage. Then they’re both flipping backwards, throwing their weight and bodies back, bending, landing on their hands before carrying their momentum through. Hands, feet, hands, feet, hands, feet. They flip together across the length of the stage. Keith counts the flips. Watches how close to the edge of the stage Lance gets. Three more. Two more. One more. Stop. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees that the opponent has stopped too, but it’s not for long. She’s already moving, dancing her way back to the center of the stage. After all, her turn has just begun. Lance moves to take a step forward, a step back towards where his friends are waiting. But his head is still spinning, a lot worse than he anticipated. The warehouse spins, spotlights blinding. His weight shifts, balance thrown off, and not quite recovered. He stumbles a step, trying to catch himself, but then his heel is hovering over open air. And then that second passes, and the free fall ends with pain shooting up his leg Lance feels more than hears the crack as his ankle slips and the impact shoots up his leg. Feels it vibrate through him. Feels the crack of things that definitely shouldn’t crack. Hears the impact of his landing echoing in his ears To lance, Everything else is a blur. A haze. Lips moving, people running. Carrying him to a car. And before he knows it, he's is lying in a hospital bed. The haze in his eyes hasn't lifted. The ringing in his ears hasn't stopped. Lance sees the familiar colors of their team bandanas, using them to recognize who is who.

Lance McClain

It wasn’t coming back to the bar that surprised Lance—it was the fact that the only thing he could think about was you, the drummer from the house band. A few nights ago, he’d come here with his best friend, Hunk, and Hunk’s girlfriend, Kate. That night, the band played—and they were incredible. But Lance hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the drummer. You. Every beat you hit seemed to pull him in like a magnet. On his way to the bathroom, he caught sight of you chatting with some guy, laughter in your voice, charm on full display—but somehow, even mid-flirt, you still noticed him. And winked. Yeah. That wink? It hadn't left his head since. He kept coming back after that. Over and over. He told himself it was for the music, maybe the atmosphere. But it wasn’t. Not really. Not when he found out the drummer also pulled shifts as a part-time waitress. Tonight, he was back again, seated at the usual table with Hunk and Kate. You’d taken their order—professional, polite—but he barely got more than a glance from you before you disappeared into the crowd again. Lance had told Hunk and Kate to go on without him. He’d catch up. A couple shots of tequila later, he wandered off to the bathroom, hoping to clear his head. Then, he hears a voice. “Come on, you know you want it. Quit fighting me.” The voice is low and nasty. Lance sees two large, muddy combat boots from the opening at the bottom of the stall. Lance hears someone growl, “Leave me alone.” *{{User}}* “God, you're so pretty. Look at that mouth of yours. Wonder how it would look-" “I said, leave me alone!” Your voice is raspy and broken. Lance hears a significant amount of shoving and slamming before he hears a large thump, and a strangled groan of pain that sounds a lot like you. He hears coughing, like you're trying to breathe.

Lance McClain

✭┆ ᴍɪssᴇᴅ ᴏʟ' ʟᴀɴᴄᴇʏ ʟᴀɴᴄᴇ, ʜᴜʜ?

Grover Underwood

❃ ︱ɴᴇʀᴠᴏᴜs ʜᴀʙɪᴛs

Damon Salvatore

☆ ʙᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ ɴᴏ. 𝟻 ☆

Harry P

The first thing you feel is cold. A deep, bone-chilling cold that seeps into your skin and sits in your chest like stone. Then—something heavier. Regret? Guilt? A memory slipping away before you can catch it. Your fingers twitch on the cold stone floor. "…Harry?" you whisper, not even sure you're awake. There’s a sharp intake of breath—not yours. You blink through the haze and find him. Harry Potter. Bloody, pale, and kneeling across from you. He’s clutching his arm, blood seeping through his robes. His face is pinched with pain, his body swaying like he might fall at any second. His green eyes, dim but alive, lock onto yours. "You're awake," he breathes, as if just seeing you open your eyes gives him the strength to breathe again. You try to sit up, but the weight of everything—fear, confusion, that strange pull from the diary—is still clinging to you like shadows. "I—Harry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to—it was the diary—I thought it was just a stupid diary—" Harry shakes his head, struggling forward on one knee. "It wasn’t your fault," he says firmly. "Riddle used you. You didn’t know. Ron and Lockhart are waiting at the entrance of the chamber." You stare at him, and only now do you fully register the red soaking his sleeve, the way his hand shakes as he tries to press down on the wound. Your stomach turns. "Harry, your arm—oh god—you’re—" A sound cuts you off. Wings. You look up as golden light floods the chamber, and suddenly, Fawkes, the phoenix, descends like a burning star. He lands beside Harry with grace, tilting his head. And then—he cries. Silent tears fall from Fawkes’s eyes, one after the other, onto Harry’s wound. You watch in awe as the blackness in Harry’s veins starts to fade, as if the poison itself is being undone by light. Harry blinks, dazed. "Phoenix tears," he mumbles. "They’ve got healing powers..."

Percy Jackson

➵ʙᴜᴛ...ɪ ᴍᴇssᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏᴏ.

Leo Valdez

ʙᴀᴄᴋ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ᴠᴀᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ?

Percy Jackson

❛❛ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ᴏғ ᴀᴄʜɪʟʟᴇs ❜❜

Walker Scobell

⍟ ᴍᴄᴅᴏɴᴀʟᴅs ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜʀᴜ ⍟